The Rise of Icarus | Vijaya Kumar Bala SA

I do not fear death, father,

For like the birds I soared,

Heights that humans dream of,

I have seen the Gods eye to eye.

I do not fear death, father,

Even when my bones break,

My flesh be mangled, disfigured,

This fall is not the end of all.

I do not fear death, father,

For you were there right beside,

When I stood where only gods could,

You gave me waxed wings to win.

I do not fear death, father,

I do not fear this fall,

I do not fear the end of all,

I do not fear death at all.

What I fear, father, is the future,

For it seemed bleak, a moment ago,

Humans in chains made by Gods,

Slaves for all eternity to come.

What I fear, father, is the fall,

Not mine, but ours, humans,

Falling into the deep labyrinth,

Of willful captivity, for eternity.

What I fear, father, is our death,

A death without a legacy,

A death without freedom,

A death that is worse than mine.

I do fear death, father,

I fear the death of our pride,

I fear the death of our will,

I fear the death of ourselves.

You gave me wings, father,

So I could flee my prison,

So I could soar higher than ever,

So I could feel like a God.

I rose and rose up the sky,

Till all things looked so small,

And I asked myself, father,

Is that how they see us, the Gods?

I flapped my wings like a Pegasus,

I felt the wind on my face,

I felt the heat from the sun,

I felt a moment of pure bliss, father.

Father, I ask you what no son shall,

To give them all wings like mine,

Let them all fly as I, to the Sun,

Some may burn and fall as I.

But some shall reach God's abode,

And seize the throne from where

They took our freedom, our lives,

And bring it down to where I fall.